Chapter 70
Ally shook her head, slowly, forlornly.
"I see. You're ashamed of him."
"I'm _not_ ashamed. I told you I wasn't. It isn't that----"
"What is it?"
"I'm afraid."
"Afraid----"
"It isn't his fault. He wants to marry me. He wanted to all the time.
He never meant that it should be like this. He asked me to marry him.
Before it happened. Over and over again he asked me and I wouldn't have him."
"Why wouldn't you?"
"I've told you. Because I'm afraid."
"Why are you afraid?"
"I don't know. I'm not really afraid of _him_. I think I'm afraid of what he might do to me if I married him."
"_Do_ to you?"
"Yes. He might beat me. They always do, you know, those sort of men, when you marry them. I couldn't bear to be beaten."
"Oh----" Gwenda drew in her breath.
"He wouldn't do it, Gwenda, if he knew what he was about. But he might if he didn't. You see, they say he drinks. That's what frightens me.
That's why I daren't tell Papa. Papa wouldn't care if he did beat me.
He'd say it was my punishment."
"If you feel like that about it you mustn't marry him."
"They'll make me."
"They shan't make you. I won't let them. It'll be all right, darling.
I'll take
"But--they'll have to know."
"Yes. They'll have to know. I'll tell them."
She rose.
"Stay here," she said. "And keep quiet. I'm going to tell them now."
"Not now--please, not now."
"Yes. Now. It'll be all over. And you'll sleep."
She went in to where they waited for her.
Her father and her sister lifted their eyes to her as she came in.
Rowcliffe had turned away.
"Has she said anything?"
(Mary spoke.)
"Yes."
The Vicar looked sternly at his second daughter.
"She denies it?"
"No, Papa. She doesn't deny it."
He drove it home. "Has--she--confessed?"
"She's told me it's true--what you think."
In the silence that fell on the four Rowcliffe stayed where he stood, downcast and averted. It was as if he felt that Gwenda could have charged him with betrayal of a trust.
The Vicar looked at his watch. He turned to Rowcliffe.
"Is that fellow coming, or is he not?"
"He won't funk it," said Rowcliffe.
He turned. His eyes met Gwenda's. "I think I can answer for his coming."
"Do you mean Jim Greatorex?" she said.
"Yes."
"What is it that he won't funk?"
She looked from one to the other. n.o.body answered her. It was as if they were, all three, afraid of her.
"I see," she said. "If you ask me I think he'd much better not come."
"My dear Gwenda----" The Vicar was deferent to the power that had dragged Ally's confession from her.
"We _must_ get through with this. The sooner the better. It's what we're all here for."